William Shakespeare

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on.

The better part of valour is discretion.

All that glisters is not gold.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.